Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

'Hmmm... he looks strong, but nothing compared to my beloved Lancelot. However, if I don't take every emy seriously, Lancelot might spank my ass and not sleep with me again!'

"Tiamat! Come!"

"ROAR!" The roar of a huge red dragon, now with the blood of a dragon emperor, she had evolved her bloodline, with long curved horns and beautiful crimson scales, was a great red dragon on the precipice of evolving to an Empress level bloodline!

The earth shook as Tiamat landed next to Guinevere, her ruby eyes shining with intelligce and wisdom beyond her years as she stared at the orc commander, letting out a terrifying roar.

BOOM!!!

The shockwave caused by Tiamat's roar crushed the orc commander's body inward, his armour breaking apart under immse pressure. He held up his axe, gritting his teeth as he resisted the pressure, his muscles bulging as veins appeared all over his body.

"GRRRR..."

He roared back, the axe in his hand glowing red hot as it released a terrifying amount of ergy, counteracting Tiamat's roar.

The orc commander's body expanded suddly, his muscles growing expontially as his skin turned grey, a strange pattern appearing on his body as runes glowed on his armour, signifying that it was a magic artefact.

"Grrrrrr!"

His roar now matched Tiamat's strgth, the g beath him cracking op as he rushed forward, his axe slicing through the air, aimed straight at Tiamat's neck.

Guinevere frowned slightly wh she saw this orc commander; the first time an orc had managed to match her dragon roar.

'How interesting.'

She smiled, dashing forward, her spear moving faster than the eye could see as she intercepted "Longinus!" Guinevere summoned her strongest weapon before rushing forward, a huge burst of dragon breath dancing a her body, the flames nothing but a warm bath for Guin as her archers continued to fire at the orc warriors to disorit and part them.

BOOOM!!!

The earth shattered, blowing away the orcs with huge chunks of the g floating and smashing into nearby trees as Guinevere clashed against the orc commander. Her spear collided with his axe, a terrible shockwave exploding outward as both sides fought for dominance.

BOOOM!!!

Another shockwave exploded outwards, Guinevere pushing the orc commander back slightly, her spear thrusting forward, aiming directly at his heart.

"GRRR!"

The orc commander roared, his body glowing with a deep purple aura, his strgth increasing significantly as he parried Guinevere's spear thrust with ease, immediately counterattacking.

"Longinus!"

BOOOM!!!

BOOOOM!!!

Shockwaves exploded continuously as Guinevere fought against the orc commander, their movemts fast and explosive, causing the tire forest The spear of Guinevere began to glow a brilliant gold as she started to thrust towards the heart of the orc, rapidly, sev thrusts in two seconds.

A final shockwave exploded outwards, Guinevere smiling brilliantly as she stood tall, Longinus piercing right through the orc commander's heart.

"Hahaha!! That was fun!" Guinevere laughed happily, withdrawing Longinus, watching the orc commander fall backwards, dead.

Her archers quickly rushed forward, suring Guinevere as they eliminated the other orc warriors, not wanting them to disturb Guinevere's rest.

"Well done, everyone! We make camp here tonight and th continue moving eastward tomorrow. Make sure we clear these bodies!" Guinevere ordered, receiving cheers from her archers, who started clearing the bodies as Guinevere lay down on Tiamat's soft red scales, closing her eyes and tering meditation.

"Well done, my Lord; it seems that your power has greatly increased since becoming a vampire empress... and your exhaustion is but a fraction of the past," Tiamat said with a motherly tone as she felt Guinevere's fangs sink into her chest.

Guinevere drank Tiamat's dragon blood greedily, her power rising significantly as she absorbed the dragon blood. She th relaxed, lying against Tiamat's scales again as she rested.

"Yes, the power of vampirism is truly astounding! But my heart and desire to rush to his side, causing me to feel unbearable pain..." Guinevere sighed, tears falling down her cheeks as she thought of Lancelot.

Tiamat nuzzled Guinevere gtly, using her claw to hold Guinevere closer to her body.

Since the transformation, her emotions became quite extreme wh it involved Lancelot—she would grow angry and upset and ev cry easily while tearing her emy apart because Lancelot didn't read her message or speak to her. It was a fearful mindset, one that caused Tiamat quite some bother.

However, Guinevere was still her master, someone Tiamat loved and cared about dearly.

'I hope Lancelot messages her soon...' Tiamat sighed internally, not knowing how to help her master.

Guinevere slept against Tiamat, her archers setting up camp as Sherwood soldiers arrived, clearing the battlefield completely as they prepared food.

Meanwhile, to the far west of Camelot.

Inside a lush castle, a female lounged in thick robes with two layers while eating fried meats on a plate and looking bored at the visitor sitting before her.

"What is the meaning of this, Demon Que Ra!"

The human male with his balding hair shouted—this man was a member of the Pdragon family and was st by Uther after they received notice that the Oni tribe and Demon Que would no longer work with them. They wanted to teleport close to her dungeon, but it was destroyed completely, and their troops were massacred.

Now they were here to demand an answer; an eerie woman standing with a group of female knights had also come but didn't look too bothered or angry about the evt. Instead, she was listing inttly to the conversation.

"Hmmm?" Ra yawned lazily, drinking some wine before turning to stare at the bald Pdragon.

"Oh, you mean why I killed your troops and destroyed your teleportation array? Isn't it obvious? You hurt my man, asked me to attack my husband... of course, I'd retaliate." Ra answered lazily, yawning again as she ate some fried meat, licking her lips seductively as she looked at the bald Pdragon.

"What do you mean retaliate?! Uther explicitly permitted you to attack the Lord we marked; he helped you establish your city! And you dare turn your back on us?!" Bald Pdragon roared, slamming his hands on the table, his face red angrily.

*Crack*

Before he could remove his hand, the tire arm slammed against the distant wall—as blood poured from his shoulder and stained the wall, a large mace had attacked him.

It wasn't Ra but Milvar who stood with a faint smile, "I dare you to speak another lie. Do not forget who protected your inferior race and pathetic "Pdragon" family wh you were like dogs in the rain!"

Milvar glared coldly at the bald Pdragon, causing his body to shiver as he stared at his severed arm, fear filling his eyes.

Bald Pdragon shivered, his face pale as he tried to move his arm. However, it stayed motionless. His severed arm had be crushed into a pulp by Milvar, the bones scattered everywhere.

Ra nodded in approval, glaring at Bald Pdragon, "Uther permitted me to attack Lancelot—yes, I lost, and he took my body and heart as his prize. I was defeated in both battle and the bedroom. Do you understand what kind of man it takes to do such a thing to an oni?" Her large body looked down at the man as if mocking him in all sses.

That was wh the female knight stepped forward, her crimson blade shimmering like a deadly trinket. "Oh? Is the Legdary Demon Que Ra just a bitch, a mere slave to a large cock? Haha."

However, Ra just looked at her with a smile, "Mmmm, his cock is huge, and so is his desire to win and that swordsmanship is unmatched in battle or the bed." Lancelot left an everlasting image on Ra's heart; the fierce Oni were a very loyal and romantic race once they met a spouse, especially ones that tried to meet their desires, and Lancelot exceeded all of Ra's.

Thus, Lancelot was akin to the most heroic and legdary m to her. She would defd him till death or be together with him in life; Ra knew Lancelot did not love her yet, but she was fine with that.

She would be happy to stay by his side and fight alongside him.

However, Ra glanced coldly at the female knight, "But do not think Lancelot will treat you like he did me—he fucked my brains out, and my pussy was dripping with cum for days while I couldn't walk. He fucked me so hard I crave his cock constantly!" Ra's words were filled with desire; licking her lips as she remembered Lancelot fucking her nonstop.

The female knight looked embarrassed, her face red as she never heard such vulgar words, but the image of this monster... A monster who managed to scar her sick and twisted brother...

She stopped showing hostility, rather looking at Ra with a strange eye.

"How can I meet him to fight this monster you speak of? I want to test my swordsmanship and show you he is but a man!" The female knight exclaimed, drawing strange looks from Bald Pdragon.

Ra raised her eyebrow, chuckling softly, "If you wish to fight him, you need to be powerful ough to do so—if you cannot, Lancelot will defeat you instantly and fuck you silly like he did me." Ra laughed, waving her hand as Milvar took away Bald Pdragon, his cries echoing throughout the room as they left.

"You may leave, Miss Pdragon. I will not be hostile towards you and your Scarlet knights. However, your father and brother are differt; they seek to kill my husband. You don't; your's is merely the challge of a warrior and... soon-to-be a woman." Ra chuckled softly, waving her hand as guards escorted Miss Pdragon and her knights out politely.

"Join me for a drink if you wish to know about him. I always accept those who respect our ways and my beloved."

The female knight blushed heavily, nodding as she left, thinking deeply about Lancelot—she wondered how she could fight this legdary man or monster...

Yet the biggest image in her mind was that she was defeated by him in sex and battle, making her mind go crazy as the images of her disgusting brother and father who would try to touch her... or show themselves made her feel the contts of her stomach churn.

"Lancelot... I heard he was both exceptionally handsome, and his sword dance was ethereal... I want my Scarlet Waltz to clash with his Blade dance..."

Like Lancelot, Arthurs's sister was a sword idiot and loved battle more than intrigue and politics...